RIP: Frances Preston

“Maybe not a well-known person outside the music industry,” Spence says. “She rose from receptionist at a radio station to CEO of BMI and probably did more than anyone to make sure songwriters got paid whenever their music aired.”

“Here’s something she said,” says Admin. “‘Music is not just out there in the air for you to pick out for free, because if the creator isn’t compensated, there’s not going to be that music.'”

This entry was posted
on Friday, June 15th, 2012 at 8:37 am and is filed under Chet The Dog.
You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
Both comments and pings are currently closed.

92 Responses to “RIP: Frances Preston”

OH: I appreciate your generosity, but I don’t think I’ll be able to go now, because I’m in the busy place crunch, and won’t be able to get the time off!

Rebecca: Please check your SDD when able. Don’t be confused…

Rio: I loved the descriptions on your items in the boutique. 🙂
Sorry to hear about the tough times at home. Maybe your friend should pack you and Beau up in the car in the middle of the night, and start driving…..

Good morning, all! We are all in the dog house today. We got into trouble in the rally high, very wet and wild part of our farm. We didn’t do anything bad; we were just doing our job off protecting our people from a snapping turtle. Mom tried to get to us and instead got to massive bugs or poison or both. But the good news is that she has off today. We aren’t exactly sure what that means, but apparently it means she is home!
More items in the store!!!!! Mom wants those howler earrings (guess we aren’t in that much trouble), but she thinks it sounds like she could get a pair at the Rebecca Show. Should she take that chance?

From Friends of Chet:
“Lucy, She-dog of the nation within the nation. Smells of dust, leather, and a hint of Fritos” (and she is beautiful)
I’m in love with “Charley Dickens, on the job”, a new Friend from a few days ago.
Hmmm. If Van Gogh was compensated, and compensated well, would it have changed his art?
OleyHowlers: I hope you didn’t get into poison ivy. That’s nasty.
I’m waiting for the new nurse to come (she will take mom’s blood). She called me “honey” twice in the short span of a phone call to tell me she was on her way. I am not a fan of being called “honey”. Oh well, I’ll get over it.

Hi Everyone – That video of Gus was pretty funny. He was almost cat-like in his determination.

Howlers – Please tell your mom that there will indeed be more Howling One earrings at the Big Event. Plus a few other little things with the same kind of theme.

Bee – Mama was asked just the other day why she spends so much time building pottery if customers aren’t buying. She just looked at them in surprise and said, “Because I HAVE to.”
(she isn’t in any way comparing herself to Van Gogh and his magnificent vision, but she does understand – when your fingers say “CREATE”, you just have to)

We saw the bulldog bringing in his bath tub. Very cute. There is another one out there to watch. Can one of you techies get it on here? It is a Corgi and an English Shepherd (I think) on UTube, a video to Call Me Maybe. You have to google “Corgi Call Me Maybe on U Tube”. Help, someone?

Fetish Bear Update: The Fetish Bear was purchased by three Plunderers. I have to approach it on a first come, first serve basis. The Plunderer who got their paws on the Bear has been notified as have the two individuals who did not. Refunds will be issued to those who were not lucky enough to beat out an early shopper.

Thank you Oleys. They mentioned that one on the Today show this morning. BTW, did you do any damage to the snapper? Be careful, they have quite a bite!

We have a busy day. Barb is at work, pasture is being cut for hay this afternoon, and 2nd showing is scheduled for 5:00. Another showing was just set up with a new person for next Tuesday at 11:00. That one is an older single woman with grown kids, more the kind of buyer who we would think might like a Bed and Breakfast type decor. But what the heck, anyone of any age can buy it!

Dear Plunderers. Thank you all so much for your support both of Snowhook and of our art.

We are on our way to visit a gallery that has some of our bears. The gallery owner is a very nice lady, and at last contact, she had a bear that was very similar to the one that was in the Snowhook Store. IF she still has it, it will be liberated, and sent on its way to the shelves of the boutique. And one of its little brothers will be finished and sent packing by the end of the day. We only wish we had many many more…..

Up early to get the pool stuff ready for the pool guys. The pool guys came and we were able to ask QUESTIONS and got ANSWERS by someone who actually knew what he was talking about. The filter and pump had to have a couple of new fittings and a new hose. They put in an algaecide and after a shock thingy we’ll be able to swim!

One problem, stairs. We’re going to have to make another trip to the pool place to get stairs and then figure out how to attach them. That will be Monday.

Rosalyn. She had her new pills and appetite enhancer this morning. She ate more than she has in days. BUT, still not normal yet. She has also wagged her tail. She hasn’t wagged her tail in a long time.

Now, I have to go down the hill to the bank. Putting money in. I wonder if any of that 2 billion that that (snicker, B.Stover) really big bank lost has some how landed in my account. Will check on that.

Melanie: VanGogh had is brother who kept him in paints and food. (The necessities of life always force their way in don’t they.) But, VanGogh was creating his wonderful paintings because he had to (in my opinion, true creation) not because he was on commission.

Maggie, we didn’t get too close to that snapper. We just made a huge clearing of smashed-down high stuff so he knew where his perimeter was supposed to be. Pop actually gave him the heave-ho. We like Pop to do the official heave-ho’s after we halt one of those guys. Our jobs are tough but hey somebody’s gotta do it. In this case, Kat’s ferocious barking is what stopped that snapper in his tracks, believe it or not. Mom was terrified for us and of whatever was causing our commotion. She is a delicate thing you know. Snicker (tip to M).

Rio: Heard tell that garden gnomes are a protection from evil sorcery. Mom will buy one as soon as she can make a decision on which one she likes best…which at this point is very difficult…she likes them all.
B: You know how the wealthy love to pay taxes.

Happy!…Someone here is very very happy because she was able to finish the little bouquets AND get everything packaged AND/i> mailed out today….woooooo!…So all of youse guys who are expecting some quilling it is on its way – should arrive Monday for sure…snort!snort!

Maskers!….I forgot to mention that Tom, Dick and Harry are Hand-Painted…chuffle!

Menu!…She has BBQ pork ribs cooking in the crockpot and now some Baked Macaroni and Cheese has gone into the little oven outside…wooooooo!….Its smellin’ good in here and outside…snort!snort!….Beau is beside himself right now trying to figure out where to stand and wait for the food…heh!heh!

Oh YEAH! Riö, turns out the chipmunk wasn’t eating the asparagus roots. It was planting. I believe that it took seeds from my other beds and planted them in the asparagus bed! I did NOT plant pumpkins in there.

Also Asparagus is coming up! I just have to make sure that Zoë doesn’t go out there and eat the asparagus this year (or next).

She asked me if we were going to eat asparagus before she died. I said yes, we can always get it canned.

Rebecca, I told you this before, but we have an eating/drinking establishment out here called The Slurp & Burp. One of the many reasons we want to move. Who would actually name their bar and grill the Slurp & Burp? Yuck!

We are tired. Drove around town for an hour and a half. Came back by and they were still here. There were 4 or 5 cars and at least 8-10 people here. Let’s hope they loved it!

Slave!….Wow! What a day filled with servitude….grunt!…Not by me of course, by my friend…heh!…She finally got her mother to call her doctor and give her a perscription of muscle relaxers…snort!…So at least she can sleep. Her sleeping gives my friend a break, so we all went for a walk and then watered the garden….wheeze!…Now we are back and downstairs to cool off…sniff!…I think we will be moving upstairs just so we can keep an ear out for you-know-who falling out of bed…grunt!…But not for a few innings at least…heh!

B&M: That rings a bell. Maybe that is what gave me the idea. Have you seen a certain pug at one of the Plunderer parties? USB seems to fit. He makes efficient work of the floor buffet. I didn’t get the smell of burped hot wings out of my car for a week after he and I carpooled to Hobbit’s party.

Rio: Enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts. I hope your friend’s mom feels better soon. Back problems are the worst.

Rebecca, I didn’t mean I told you personally about the Slurp and Burp, just that I mentioned it on the blog. Did not mean to come off like I was scolding you for not remembering! Sorry if I sounded grumpy.

Storms!…Here the sun is shining, but we are watching the Rockies game and the sky is so dark it looks like the sun has gone down…yeep!…It is amazing this game has not been rained out. The storms must be north of the stadium or west, I’m not sure….heh!…Looks scary though…sniff!

SiberH!…Are you watching the game? Did you catch the funny discussion on how they get Giambi’s helmet on his big head…heh!heh!…Poor G. he’s just sitting there all innocent and those announcers are makin’ fun of the way his batting helmet sits on his head….chorkel!

Rebecca!…Why are you so busy right now? You know you should be spending all your time writing that awsome speech you will be delivering to millions of people…grunt!…Someone here is eating icecream and we are staring her down for a slurp and burp of it…wheeze!

Rio: I have been traveling this week for work an trying to wrap up projects before I leave next week. I also have a lot to do on the homefront and other committments between now and then. Some how, and I don’t know how, I’m missing a week in June. I can’t believe I will be speaking in front of a million—give or take—so soon. I need to get some lunch or I’m going to be in a bad mood.

Lunch!…Rebecca, my friend needs a new job. Can she be your personal assistant and make sure you eat on time and all your appointments are on schedule…sniff!…She will even reluctantly get you on all those aeroplanes you love so much…heh!…Plus, did I mention cooking and other stuff??? All she needs is room and board for her and the two of us guys…grunt!…Beau seems to think he is part of the family now…wuffle!wheeze!

Upstairs!…We are moving upstairs and she is taking the laptop with her…wooooooo!…This is great! We can watch the end of the game, listen for her mother, and I can chat on the blog if I want….Yes!…Where is SiberH at tonight??

We ain’t seen no good reads about baseball, in the neck, of the woods we come from.

There! That ought to get us a nice restful spot in the Stovernia jail cell. Bad grammer, terrible punctuation, forbidden subjects and the major felony grammatical sin, all wrapped up in one sentance that should get us a LONG sentance in that peaceful, pie-full cell.

Dad is insisting on watching the Wallenda wacko walk the wire. Mama refuses to watch. If he makes it, she can watch the endless replays. IF he doesn’t – well, she can watch the endless replays, but she won’t.

OMDawg!…Beau is on her mother’s bed…heh!…She must really be out of it with that lunk sleeping next to her….chorkel!…He has been guarding her bedroom door all afternoon and now finally made it on the big bed…heh!

Wait!…here he is….heh!…He is out here now and going to wath the end of the game with us…heh!

Mama met another tri color Corgi today. She looked a lot like me, Tupper, except she was a lot younger, and she had a tail!

Mama asked her people how come and they said that they had gotten her from rescue in Connecticut. Her breeder did show dogs, but this puppy wasn’t good enough, so the breeder never docked her tail. Then she gave her to rescue to get rid of. Well that puppy has a GREAT home now. But her people said that she has a problem in that she steps on her own tail.

Ya know – I came from a %##%^%& show dog Corgi breeder in the same area of Connecticut. When she didn’t think I was good enough for showing, she brought me to the vet to have me put to sleep. (Thank dog the vet tech saved me and found Mama for me). But this has been bothering us all day and we are really thinking that this might be the same $%$%^^%*&# breeder. Mama wants to go to Connecticut and kick some breeder a s s.

T&G I am sure I can speak for all of us when I say we will bail your Mum out of jail if she wants to go kick some irresponsible breeder’s ass.
I just wish all dog breeders were like Melanie, but they are not.

Rio – her tail wasn’t really that long. But when she sits down, and has her tail next to her, she ususally steps on it getting up. She was really a little Corgi with extra short legs, so we can see how it was a problem for her. But she was very pretty.
And VERY happy.